Shredding the Gnar?

I've never driven over 2 hours to ski. Even on a really good day. Ever. Tomorrow that's going to change. For whatever reason, I'm going to drive 3.5 hours to ski the jagged peaks of Cataloochee, North Carolina. Shred the gnar, if you will.

I will.

I heard it's going to be 65 degrees, but I'm really really excited. So excited, I tried all my ski gear on in my room last night.

Not only will it be a great break from school work, it'll be great to get out into the mountain and slide around for awhile.

I'll be on shitty skis, and bad boots—none of which will fit or work exactly like I want. But that's OK. Anything to get back on the hill. Even if it's in North Carolina.

Missing the Mountains

I'm on a YouTube binge. Watching all the ski movies and amazing powder days that alluded me last year. Here's one that catches the mood.



Song is Royksopp's "What Else is There."

Ski time in t-minus 3 months

I think I just peed a little bit.